Poetry, Thoughts, Stories…

Special

It seems like you’re always waiting for something.. The “right time”… But what is that really?

You save scented candles or lotions… Store delicate towels or body wash… Shelve brightly colored journals or post its… But why? What or rather WHEN are you keeping all these things for?

You wait for a special occasion but… Aren’t we supposed to believe that everyday is special?

You hoard these things until they collect a film of dust, they turn garish colours and they expire… Never having been used while you wait…What is special about that?

It’s time to let go of the mindless wait, the monotonous journey, the muted existence. Light the candles, slather the lotion, shake out the towels, squirt the body wash, write in the journals and doodle on the post its.